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Jeeze a loo. Quite the LD dry spell.

Anyway, it was a straight up DILD. Falling asleep while dreaming is becoming a fairly common way for me to become lucid.

Getting down to brass tacks. I was basically trying to fall asleep in an alternate version of my current living room. The TV is on (It wasn't in real life.) and I'm trying all sorts of positions to fall asleep. Eventually I put on some kind of potato sack over my head. I fall asleep then. Things fade in and I'm looking at some kinda crystal ball, things are tinted blue. I grab at it, but it's too far away. I try again and use it as an anchor, feeling it and using it to calm me down. I briefly think about how soon i might wake up since I became lucid, but I let that thought drift away. I move over to a stove (Again, things are still pretty blue.) and feel it. It's quite cold. The whole area looks quite familiar, and i comment aloud to myself that it does. Despite the fact that it looks only vaguely like some place I've been. So I walk over to a table with a bottle of soda and try a sip, it's remarkably realistic and tastes like root beer. (Even though it looked like Pepsi Blue.)

This parts a little hazy. I'm in an area that looks a lot like the living room of my previous house. I see a few creatures in a fenced area, they're quite small. One of them is a skeleton riding a spider from minecraft (Despite the fact I've never even SEEN one in minecraft...). I walk by an end table with a lamp. There are minecraftian pack-llamas near it, I comment how cool they look. I start to walk outside, passing my dad sleeping in his room in my previous home.

I head out the door, which is exactly like the front door of my current home, and close the door behind me. I'm on the deck of my old house, with a nearby landmark kind of making an amalgam of the two. I think about trying to fly now that I'm outside. So I jump, and naturally, gravity is low. I don't pursue it beyond that. As I look around, everything goes really foggy and a tornado bolts past me on the right. It doesn't destroy anything though and things clear up. Soon after, a gust of wind picks me up and carries me around a bit, I'm pretty surprised by it and begin thinking about my subconscious. The wind sets me down near a dry looking bush and it seems I'm in a park, despite not having gone anywhere.

I look out in the distance and see a girl walking through the grass towards me. I know it's my subconscious, and I call out to it. We meet up and I thank it.

She looks at me and says "Sometimes when I sleepwalk, it fallows me home. Did that happen to you?"

I reply "I don't know yet..." and I wake up.


Bah, Elly wakes me up EVERYTIME we meet. But I'm pretty sure it was responsible for making me lucid this time. *Grumble grumble* I sure hope i figure this out eventually. But despite the fact it wakes me up every time I summon it, I'm not gonna stop doing it! >:C

Crimney, as the end of October approaches, I'm on a frikkin' roll when it comes to becoming lucid! There's much to be desired on clarity and length, but I'll take what I can get.

This dream marks the saddest dream I can remember having, possibly ever. (Or at least, the saddest I've been within' a dream.) Mainly because it dealt with the death of my Grandmother, who passed in August. No interpretation needed for much of this.

Anyway, I'm on a stretch of country road, this guy is pulled over and we (As cops, looking rather military in nature.) are arresting him for some charges. There are a few people that I don't recognize, just some random dream characters. Strangely, once we get the guy arrested, my grandmother is there, and the guy is... On the dashboard? Not in a gruesome or violent way, he's just... There. Anyway, my Grandmother calls him 'Fu Man Chu' and we both explain the nickname to him. To be honest, he looked more of Hispanic decent than Asian, but whatever, it's a dream.

A basic jump-cut, a doctor says that the blow my Grandmother received from Fu Man Chu broke something or other and would very soon cause her a great deal of pain. I think he actually suggest euthanasia (Though not in those exact words.). My dad goes off to talk to him some more and I'm in some manner of waiting room, which looks to be more for doctors than family members. I notice pictures of various pets and animals (Mainly just a dog though) on a board, then notice a gray cat with long-ish hair and try and get it to come over (Elly, you sneaky sneaky sub.). A guy offers to bring the cat to me as it's just sitting there. I say "Nah, the trick is not to look it in the eyes." (Cat's kinda see that as an aggressive action if you're a stranger.). This goes on for a bit, then the guy comments how "You (The cat) look a bit scruffy, I think you need a brushing.". He walks over to a stack of plastic bins and gets a brush from the top one. I reply jokingly as if he was talking about me "Yeah, I guess my hair is a bit messy."

Cut to a rather strange amalgamation of my previous house and current house. My Grandmother is laying on some kind of combination bed and pool (Ironic, 'cause it's placed where we used to have an actual water bed... Clever Elly.). I check out the pool aspect of it a bit, I close it up and after awhile my dad ads two cream type things to a screw plug. (Yeah, I dunno either.) This kind of starts my Grandmother dying, she's partially in the water. Naturally I'm sad as all hell as stated above, naturally I'm saying things like I love her, don't want to lose her again, etc. Her eyes are gradually getting more closed and, for whatever reason there are whole tomatoes and celery. (Yeah, weird as HELL!) I think the idea was that we were going to make stew out of her?! (What the FUCK!?).

Anyway, I get the heck outta there, crying my eyes out and going towards where the living room would be in the old house. As I'm crying I say to myself "Do a reality check." a couple times. So I do, a plugged nose breathe test (The first of three of my usual RC routine.) and it fails and I become lucid. I look around immediately to look for something to grab (Yay me for remembering to do that.), in this case, it happens to be my computer chair. I make sure to feel the tactile sensations quite vividly, looking at it, calming myself and making things clearer. Once that's done, things are still a bit fuzzy, so I count my fingers on my left hand (12!) and try to vocally clear things up by saying "I want to stay in this dream.". Alas, that dream haze never really leaves. All I managed to do beyond that was look out my kitchen window (The window of my current house.) and see two large military vehicles, camouflage and everything. (Ding! Crap, now I remember my dream before this one!). I say to myself "Wow" and I wake up. Actually, I wake up because my breathing was getting really weird like I needed a puff of asthma medicine. @_@

Not much going on, but at least I managed an LD longer than 3 seconds.

Probably my shortest non-being-awakened LD... In fact I know it.

I was walking around some girls house I knew in like... Kindergarten to 4th grade. She's showing me around, I see her mother, and mention that i had never been to her house before (Which is true.). She leads me up to an open air deck, the moon is full and frikkin' HUGE. We both take a seat, she's a crossed from me sitting on a couch looking thing with the moon in the sky directly to the right of her (My left.). I get the idea to do an RC, so I do (Nose breathe, as usual.) and it fails. I say to myself 'Figures' but I don't stabilize or anchor... Buh.

Anyway, I don't get excited or anything, but I do ask her: "T, have you ever done anything you truly regret?" (The dream before this one, I was saying goodbye to all my high school buddies and teachers, something I never really did for the most part in real-life. Likely why I asked that particular question.). She looks to her left (My right) in the distance and I lose lucidity.

So, a short one yes, but I think there's something to be said about becoming lucid two nights in a row... Even if the second time was only for about 30 seconds.